I Saw it done on Scooby-Doo (Kenna, Scratchet)

[Kenna & Fenrir]

DATE & TIME : 21th of June
WEATHER CONDITIONS : sunny
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Kenna, Scratchet
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They’d started work that morning, Kenna and two of the fishermen. It had taken them hours to set up everything to that all the mechanics would work perfectly. Of course this was older than just today, Kenna had been working on this for almost two months now, the only reason it was only now that she was doing it was because the war had set her back. But now was perfect, thanks to Ari’s help with the planning and the fishermen for the heavy work, it was all set up for what she’d always wanted to do.

She was going to beat Scratchet at her own game. She was going to prank her and catch her. Kenna sent the two of them away now that everything was set up they couldn’t be here cause then the nadder wouldn’t get close enough for it to work. Kenna looked down at Fenrir, “you know what to do?”[/b][/i] The dragon nodded, they’d made up now and Fenrir was raring to trick Scratchet just like Kenna. He flew off to try and find her and lure her in.

Kenna then picked up her bag and moved to a tree and sat down on it. She’d be here for a while...

While she waited, she thought about things, one was the trap. It was a relatively simple one, easy to design to catch a human, but very hard to redesign it for a dragon. It’s a simple trip wire event that once sprung will cause the weight in the top of the trees to come down and bring up the unfortunate character that broke the wire. Human or dragon.

It took Fenrir an hour to find the quarry. She was in a clearing in the forest, just sleeping in the sun. Fenrir smiled, this would make Kenna’s job easier, when he got the dragon there of course. He landed by her and moved to the side of her head. “Scratchet,” Poke, “Scratchet,” Poke, “Scratchet,” Poke...

[Scratchet]

Scratchet bore a smile on herself as she lay there in a heap. The summer's rays were finally here and the Deadly Nadder was making the most of it. Sure, the temperatures hadn't greatly changed, but it was enough. She let whatever heat that came warm up her blood, basking in the middle of her favourite clearing. Now this was the life.

At first, she paid no attention to the fluttering noise, thinking it to be merely a bird. But then it came down beside her. She tried her best to pay no mind to it, refusing to be torn away from her bliss. But then the thing beside her scuttled to her side, using a small, sharp claw to prod her in the cheek. It spoke her name in this small annoying voice.

Giving in, her orange eye sprang open, focusing in on a green little Terror, calling her name repeatedly. She wasn't suprised the Dragon knew her name; she did have a reputation after all. Her eye furrowed at the dragon as it didn't cease now he had her attention.

"What do you want?" She gruffed at him. The Terror didn't stop. Scratchet frowned. If he continued, he'd end up damaging a scale or something. That wouldn't do. "What do you want!" She said louder, more demanding. A growl began to emit from the back of her throat now, thouroughly displeaesd. This Terror didn't appear to be part of a pack, thankfully; but Scratchet was glad it wasn't, or that his pack was elsewhere.

Okay. That was it. Scratchet had enough. She made a lunge at him, as if to snap him in two with her huge maws. She wasn't hungry, so she was taking more of a threatening stance than anything else. She took the Terror's reflexes to bring herself to her feet, now towering over the tiny dragon. Her growl was slowly escalating in volume. Her crest of horns were flared, as her were brilliant yellow tail spines.

The cheek of the dragon! Waking her up like that! She made out a snide grin on the dragon's face before it took off, whizzing past her face and into the undergrowth. The dragon was flying, but it was still at eye-level for the Nadder. There was no way the dragon was going to get away with what he did! Scratchet began to sprint after the little Terror.

The little green dragon might be agile enough to fly through the forest trees, but so was Scratchet. She lived in these forests. She knew the land like the scales on her body. She was just as agile, knowing where it was too small for her to pass through the trees. Sometimes she'd leap into the canopy, creating a three-dimensional chase. Every so often the almost camoflaged dragon would sent a burst of insults or fire at her, aggravating her.

"I'm going to get you, you son of a half troll, rat-eating sludge bucket!" She retorted as she dashed after him. Scratchet and angry now - it wasn't often she was angry, because the odds were often in her favour.

Suddenly the forest evaporated and they were at the coastline, and the plains that surrounded the village in the distance. At the sight of the settlement, and the direction the Terror was going, Scratchet skidded in her tracks, stopping as cogs clicked into place.

"Oh ho ho, waiitt just a second. I remember you. You called me an arse that day when I put your Kenna on the roof." She called out at him. She bared her teeth. The Terrible Terror continued towards the village, making her send a volley of spikes after him in rage. "Is this some sort of vengeance? Huh? Well you've got me." She puffed smoke out her nostrils in annoyance as another fireball was shot at her face.

Okay that was it. Really.

[Kenna & Fenrir]

He continued picking the dragon until he knew he would be pushing it (this being when she snapped at him) and then said, “I’m boooored, I thought I’d come here and see if you’d want to play.”[/i] He looked at the dragon as it towered over him, “I come at a bad time?”[/i] he asked, tilting his head. He shot a light fireball at her and then flew away, “I forgot that you yourself are boring.”[/i]

He knew he’d already enraged her with that, so he flew as fast as he could, taking a sence of the wind as he moved. He’d need to go round to the coast and come into Kenna’s location so that Scratchet didn’t smell her when they got close. Every now and then Fenrir would loock back to see the dragon chasing him, “hey, you’ve got off your lazy arse. Maybe you could amuse me after all.”[/i]

He grinned as the dragon flew upwards, “so bad at chasing you need a height advantage? Tish tisssssss,”[/i] He shot another fire ball at her. He was getting such a thrill from this, not just because of how fun it was to agravate Scratchet, but also because he knew this dragon could kill him if she wanted to, he didn’t have the defences of a pack anymore.

And Fenrir could tell she was going for him now, she was shouting insults back, “really? Surely a prankster such as yourself can think of better comebacks then that, or did that lack of growth effect your originality just like it did your horns?”[/i] A part of him knew he was going too far with this, but he was enjoying the thrill far too much to care.

They were now at the coast and going in the direction of the village, which was when the dragon finally realised who Fenrir was, “Man you’re slow, I mean you only just figured who I was?”[/i] He dodged the spikes that flew at him, “And It’s not vengeance when there no slight made by you worth requiring vengeance for. I’m just doing this because I find it amussssss,”[/i] he shot another fireball at her, “ing.”[/i]

He fell back into the forest before she could get to him, giving him a bit more of a lead, because his lead had been slowly shrinking. He didn’t have far now though, they were only about half a minute from Kenna’s trap.

“Come on, you overgrown weakling, is the only thing you can do chase? I thought nadders were deadly, you can’t even touch me. I doubt your can even breath fire.”[/i] Now he knew he’d gone too far. Looking back he only had just enough time to dodge the fire ball that the dragon fired at him. The shot had gone high so he’d instinctively shot downwards, forgetting about the trip wire that he was about to set off. Before it happened though, he felt something fly into his face and send him sideways.

He heard the dragon stop, whooshing sounds and Kenna screaming and swearing like a trooper. He reoriented himself and saw Kenna stuck in her net, Scratchet looking in bemusement and her bag in between the two dragons. Knowing he was in trouble right now, Fenrir jumped into a thick bush where he'd dug a hole into the ground earlier so that he could hid in there if things went wrong.

[Scratchet]

As the chase progressed, the Terrible Terror infurated the Deadly Nadder with every step. Who would've known that such a small creature would create such a big hassle! The Dragon's insults only fuelled her rage further, uncaring for wasting precious energy. She would try to dodge the flames - but a Terrible Terror's flame has always been known for it's sniper-like precision.

But then the Terrible dragon said something that made the Nadder falter in her steps, eyes widening. He taunted her about her mild deformities. He of of course was on about her ridiculously blunt nose horn. Where most Nadders had long horns that curved to a sharp point behind the eyes, Scratchet's was barely curved, short and stubby. It did it's job, but it marked her socially, always being very low in pecking orders.

That was it. Scratchet had decided now. This dragon will die. With a terrifying roar, she regained distance, but he was too far away to snap at. Now taunting her species' name, Scratchet's tolerance levels dissapated completely. It was time.

She only had one breathful of fire, so she skidded to a halt. The fire had a decent range, so she wasn't worried missing her target. taking in a huge breath, before belching out a long stream of almost white-hot fire. Nearby trees and shrubs almost disintergrated in the fire. She kept pushing the breath further, until her ribs began to hurt, and her fire energy quickly diminishing. Finally stopping, she observed the damage. There was literally a huge blackened tunnel through the forest, tree branches and lucky twigs singing and flaming.

She ran through this sooty passageway, and her keen sense of smell picked up something. He was still alive! Her one shot of flame had been useless. She snorted, stomping her clawed foot on the ground. Then as she was wondering what went wrong, she finally noticed the human swears emitting from up above.

She saw Kenna entangled in the net. Scratchet remembered her - she put her on the roof for being too intrusive in her affairs. Observing the somewhat strange situation, she could tell it was some sort of trap, and quickly the ruse began to unfurl in front of the dragon's eyes. From deep within a throat, she laughed deeply with her mouth sealed shut. It was a terrifying laugh, because it wasn't her usual cackle of enjoyment. A muscle in her eye twitched, it was obvious that anger hadn't died down. Right now, she couldn't calm down until she saw the little creature's blood spill.

"Where's that dragon, Kenna?" Scratchet said, strangely calm, but the tone was evident she was enraged, and expressed her current desire. She nudged the net with her nose interrogatively as she did so, sending the net swaying gently to and fro. Her head scanned her surroundings. She noticed the strap of a bag nearby. She stalked over to it. Yes! She could smell the dragon. In the corner of her eye, she spied a freshly-made burrow. The Terror was still in hiding. The Nadder wasn't going to risk getting her claws and feet mucky. He didn't deserve such privilege.

Growling resumed in the bowels of her throat once more, a more sinister smile showed itself as she returned to her normal stance, pawing the ground slightly. "You know," She starting, rolling her eyes a little in expression, but obviously he couldn't see it. "Two can play at your little game. I find it... intriguing, that you don't belong to a pack. That's also very... abnormal." Scratchet was playing a dangerous game, risking a lot on such a tiny devil.

Nadders were also social dragons, but not as much as Terrors were. Nadders travel in packs for the food advantages. Terrors relied on a social network for everything. Without a pack they were essentially useless and vulnerable. Scratchet weighed the factor of living alongside a human, which to this she glanced at Kenna entangled in the net. But with the only human in the area immobilised, and the concept of even fighting a dragon long dead, the Terrible Terror stood no chance of survival, as long as it stayed in that burrow. Scratchet had a successful raid this morning - she wouldn't go hungry for a loooong time.

[Kenna & Fenrir]

Good traps take into account the personality of those who are going to spring it. The best traps are designed with the assumption that the trapee will catch wind of it, or that something will go wrong. Kenna realised as the two dragons started to move towards the location that it was true here. She’d repositioned herself after checking the wind so that she knew that she wouldn’t bee seen, but she still pocked her head out to see how things were going.

Scratchet looked angry, something that Kenna hadn’t taken into consideration. The trap wasn’t designed for a creature in a state of blind rage. “Come on, you overgrown weakling,” Kenna heard, horrified at what her dragon was shouting, “is the only thing you can do chase? I thought nadders were deadly, you can’t even touch me. I doubt you can even breathe fire.”[/i][/color] Kenna had designed the trap taking into mind Scrathet’s personality, but when she was designing it she hadn’t taken into account one thing.

Fenrir’s personality. She didn’t know that he would push her too far, cause her to rage. They were in trouble now. Despite what happened to her afterwards, Kenna has always been glad in hindsight about what she did next. They both would probably dead if she hadn’t. Knowing the fireball that Scratchet was about to fire at her dragon, Kenna ran out from her cover and threw her bag at her dragon, hitting him square in the face. She knew he’d thank her later.

Before I continue on this post, I thought I’d mention an interesting fact. The reason Kenna called Fenrir that was because of one of her favourite mythological stories. Of how Tyr, god of war, willingly sacrificed his hand so that they could capture Fenrir, the monstrous wolf. Reason I mention it’s in her personality, the willingness to hurt oneself to capture the beast.

As he did it she kicked the tripwire, which set of the net trap lifting her up into the canopy, causing the fireball to just miss her. That was the positive of letting her hand be bitten off...the negative was the loovvvvely feelings of acrophobia and vertigo. She clenched her eyes shut as everything went dizzy, she didn’t want to throw up today, and clenched onto herself as tightly as possible as she was pulled up into the air, curling up into a ball.

She was just frozen there, unable to get over her fear enough to do anything, just stuck hanging over a murderous dragon hunting her pest of one. She heard Scratchet’s laugh, which didn’t help matters, her fear was not of the dragon, but that evil laugh helped the fear that she might cut her down so she could fall to her death. It’s not that far Kenna, you wouldn’t be badly hurt by that fall, her logical mind tried to argue, knowing the grass was soft and she’d designed it so the descent would be slow. But her irrational mind didn’t care.

She couldn’t even say anything when the Nadder asked her about Fenrir, she couldn’t get anything out. Come on Kenna, this won’t do, her subconscious said, You need to do something, it may not be going exactly to the plan you’d aimed for, but you can still turn this around. You’ve got to remember one thing.

She did and finally got the courage to get some words out, “Please get me down, please get me down.” she almost whispered, although they were frantic whispers, “I’ll help you get Fenrir out, just Please!” Her voice had increased in volume now and she was shouting, “GET ME DOWN!”

While what she said was completely genuine, the fear meant it was much more than she’d expected, there was something planned about it, after all, she was saying it in her second language, not something you can do when in a state of terror if you haven’t practised beforehand. And that’s the thing her subconscious had made sure she remembered, that’s why I mentioned Tyr’s story. While Scratchet getting angry wasn’t part of the plan, the trap was not designed a dragon the size of Scratchet, it was meant for something smaller. Her getting caught by ‘accident’ was always going to happen.

[Scratchet]

For a while, the human said nothing, frozen, unresponsive. Scratchet's eyes furrowed at the trembling body, caught in the net, her huge clawed feet pawing the ground irritably. But then, a tiny voice muttered, catching Scratchet by surprise, no longer anticipating any response. The tiny, broken and frightened voice quickly grew to a shout, but by then, the Deadly Nadder had taken measures to distance her self, her crests and tail flared in alarm.

It wasn't really the loudness of the voice, but instead it's intonation. It wasn't a voice that felt angry, annoyed, sad or even happy... It was a voice of fear. And Scratchet was a stranger to this, the dragon now feeling mixed emotions, her anger ever-present but now confusion and alarm now took the main stage. She didn't know how to react. Vikings are supposed to be fearless.

Was she afraid of her? No one was afraid of Scratchet. She was already in the net and in this state before Scratchet had even approached to inspect damage caused. Was she hurt? She didn't sound in pain. She needed to be let down... urgently. Scratchet's eyes widened in realisation. She was afraid of heights? Was that it? Scratchet had no problems with height - she flew, after all. She found the idea quite bizarre in her perspective.

Scratchet was also afraid of things, though. She didn't like eels, no dragon did. Their vibrant hues of black and yellow always triggered alarm bells for any dragon. She feared for her turquoise and blue hide, of course. Then she was afraid of being in a position where she could not escape, like enclosed spaces. With this reasoning, Scratchet finally complied with Kenna's bidding - a truely rare occurrence - mostly due to the fact she was not fueled by mischief, instead by simmering anger and anxiety over a Viking who expressed fear. Also, she did say she would coax out the Terrible Terror for her.

She spotted a sturdy branch - which also happenede to be the branch using the mechanism to keep Kenna aloft. She fluttered up to it. If she were to let the Viking fall, it would do no good, and the human wouldn't be in any better situation. Scratchet wanted this encounter to feel less awkward. Inserting the rope into her mouth, her sharp teeth snapped the tether as she clenched her mouth shut. Scratchet smiled, it was just about lighter than a netfull of fish. With this suprisingly similar cargo, she easily descended once more to the forest floor, posing the net gently to the floor, before letting go of the ropes. She then stood back to give Kenna space, but waited so she could being the Terror out.

She began to regret using her fire so hastily. If she had known about the burrow, she would have reigned all hell into that hole in the ground, where the dragon could not escape. That's why Scratchet didn't like places like that.

[Kenna & Fenrir]

Kenna shuddered when she heard the rope snap and the weight fell to the floor, as a part of her feared that she was about to hurtal to the ground. She felt herself slowly go to the ground as the dragon lowered her. Kenna didn’t see anything though because she still had her eyes clenched shut. She felt herself touch solid ground and the net fall down off her to tell the blacksmith that Scratchet had let go.

She started to push herself up, opening her eyes as she did, and saw everything spinning and felt dizzy. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth, feeling like she was about to be sick. She’d got herself sitting now though. She dropped both her hands to her lap, feeling that her left one was shaking vigorously and the she was still breathing heavily. She was still feeling the effects of her fear.

“Th…thank you…”[/i] she gulped and took in in a few breaths, “Co…could you g…get my ba…bag please? It’s got some food… in there that I can…use to get Fens out…I’d get it myself but…I’d rather not throw up right now…”[/i]

As Scratchet reacted Kenna smiled, finally being able to think a bit more clearly now. It was a shame that the cooler parts of her design hadn’t been able to have come into effect. She’d had two weights connected to the trap, together they could take a person up, and if you were to cut the smaller weight off Kenna would be slowly lowered to the ground. If the trap had worked in the right then Fenrir would have bit that rope one Scratchet had been captured, but instead Kenna got her to do it instead.

Of course then was would have been done instead? Well, If Fenrir had just aggravated Scratchet rather than caused her to rage, Kenna trapping herself probably would have caused her enough mirth to forget Fenrir and decide to mess with Kenna. And had this have happened, Kenna would have tried to make sure that she’d have shouted before being shot up into the air “No! My Bag!” as it flew out of her hand, meaning that Scratchet would have decided to mess with her by stealing her bag.

Kenna heard the noice she’d been waiting for from where she knew Scratchet would be. “You okay?”[/b] there was no reply, “Scratchet?”[/b]

Kenna smiled once she knew that Scratchet wasn’t moving and slowly opened her eyes. The spinning had nearly completely stopped and the after effects were almost gone too. She turned over to the dragon, Kenna’s bag still in her mouth, lying on the floor, glaring at her. “Sorry Scratchet,” the blacksmith said, looking back at the downed as she started to get up. She slipped as the spinning spked up and she fell back on her back. She sighed, “I’m not getting up then, Fens, it’s safe to come out,” The dragon jumped out, and went to the girl, “We’ll talk later about what you did. For now, go get the others,” the Terror nodded and flew off.

“The bag was covered with a paralytic, one designed for dragons,” One of the few things Ari could make in regards to dragons, “It’ll wear off in a couple of hours. I knew a normal trap wouldn’t work on you. You could get out of a net, an making one that could catch a dragon of your size would have been imposible anyway. So…I was going to use your mistifous nature to go for my bag while I was trapped in my design. I didn’t count on Fenrir making you see red, I’m sorry if he’s hurt you he will be punished.”[/i]

And then all the two of them could do now was wait for the Vikings to come, both contious, both in different ways paralyzed.

[Scratchet]

Kenna requested her bag. Scratchet had already taken note of it when she found Fenrir's hiding place. Scratchet would've told her to get it herself, but right now she appeared temporarily incapacitated. Also Scratchet was not in a mood to pester.

For one rare moment, Scratchet was being helpful.

As she scooped up the bag in her jaws, she felt a slight tingle against her tongue. She dismissed it - it was probably freshly tanned leather. She turned to take a step towards teh downed human, when something tensed up in her body. Something wasn't right. She took another step; only to find her muscles no longer supported her weight. Crashing to the ground, unable to do anything; panic swept over the Nadder. What sorcery was this? What was going on?

Scratchet suddenly had no control over her body. She couldn't move at all - except for her eyes. Kenna called for Scratchet, but of course, she could not reply. Now it was Scratchet's turn to be terrified and confused. She was in a place where she could easily escape, but her own body was denying her the simpled of actions.

"This is it." She thought. "The Vikings are finally going to get rid of me." She watched as the Terrible Terror came out of it's sanctuary as promised, it's prescence teasing the disabled Nadder.

Kenan began to speak of the master plan; the bag sitting in her mouth was the cause of her current state. Scratchet been outsmarted. What a twist to this grand Master Plan! Scratchet would have been impressed if she wasn't the victim of the ruse. All that was in the turquoise Nadder's power right now was to give Kenna a perpetual Death-Stare.

Kenna stopped gloating and soon they plummeted into an awkward silence, waiting for Scratchet's demise. Not long later, several Vikings had arrived to heave the paralyzed mass away. Unable to resist, she was taken through the village to the Dragon Training Arena, or what Scratchet liked to call recently the 'sin-bin'.

it was here, once more in one of these cells that Scratchet found herself waiting to come to from the paralytic drugs, with a raging fury against the Viking that caused such a humiliating loss.